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Little ConeyI must warn ye that I startle fast, Behind the bracken hie, Like wee yon coney scamper past Where hidden ye will not spy.Little Coney
Like bonny temptress do I flee Afeared of trapper’s sling To slide from grip To hide my heart I’ll flee from thee as gladly.
Yet does the coney wish for capture Tho death it may well bode To linger in that long embrace, To lighten the heavy load.
Perchance one day I’ll linger Like yon coney with her archer And feed the one that could cause pain Lie still and surrender.
(C
by ~meladibug
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